Afterlife

I. Love

She becomes
a highland castle
reconstructed
in a Texan desert.

II. Completeness

He worries
how his memory
will treat her,
believing
that a dried out gourd
is little better
than a rotting one.

III. Dust

A building,
across the road from him,
too close
for the wrecking ball,
is being deconstructed
brick by brick
and he inadvertently,
leaves a window
ajar.

Tristan Moss


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